A/N: Okay I love all of you so much. Thank you for all the reviews! Just to clear things up, this is
obviously set before Day of Reckoning, and it is earlier set in the series but things are gonna take
a different path and such -_-' And so now I'll tell you my German secret.....I'm in German at
school and I am gonna be an exchange student over there in about three weeks! And this story has
just been helping me do my German homework -_-' (wow this is a long chapter!)
Translations: (since some have asked)
Ja: Yes
Ach ja: Of course, oh yes.
Mein Freund: my (male) friend
Mann: man
Deise ist Deutsche Scheiße: This is German shit
Scheiße: Shit
Komm mit, mein Freund: Come with, my friend
Es tut mir leid: I'm sorry
Ich verstehe: I understand
Ich habe keine Idee: I have no idea
Aufweidersehen: I'll see you later, good bye
Disclaimers: Yada yada, oh and Ms. Vasquez is Kurt's English teacher in the Evo comics, I am
not sure if she is in the show or not.
xxx
Normal Conformity
xxx
Kurt stared at his locker, with a shocked expression on his face. Attached to the door by tape,
was an announcement.
"ATTENTION! IN REGARD WITH THE MUTANT PROBLEM!
SCARED OF MUTIES?? COME AND SEE WHAT WE CAN DO
ABOUT THEM!! TODAY AFTER SCHOOL AT DUNCAN MATTHEWS'S
HOUSE! IF YOU AREN'T THERE, YOU MUST BE A MUTIE!!!!!"
Kurt ripped down the offending poster quickly and shoved it inside his pocket. He pressed his
head against the cool surface of his locker and tried to calm down his breathing. He was on the
verge of hyperventilating. It was coming to Bayville. It was going to be Germany all over again.
History has a fetish for repeating itself.
"Kurt, man, are you making out with your locker again?" Evan came up behind him and slapped
him on the back. "I mean c'mon, of you want to practice at least ask Tabitha or something."
"I'm not kissing my locker. And for the last time, that instance earlier was a dare that Tabby made
me do when were hanging out."
"Man, I wish I could have gotten into that game of School Truth Or Dare."
Kurt looked over at his friend without moving his head. "No you don,'t, not with Tabby at least."
"Then what's your prob' then?"
"Have you been to your locker?"
"Are we playing 20 questions or answering questions with questions?"
"No why?"
"There, did you see that?"
"Huh?"
"Why are you doing that?"
"Evan, are you okay?"
"Are you going to stopped the questions soon?"
"Why are you acting so strangely?"
"Are you gonna stop man?"
"Okay! I give up!" Kurt opened his locker and pulled out his English binder. "You are on some
messed up stuff today."
"No I was just playing that questions game." Evan smirked. "Aren't you suppose to be in the
Drama Club?"
"Nein, I dropped that for the Speech and Debate club."
"Oh, so back to the original question. What's up? You look a little stressed, man." Evan re-
shouldered his backpack as they both began to head to their classes.
"Oooh, okay well, I asked you if you had gone to your locker and then depending on your
answer, I would have explained my mood, but you turned it into that stupid game."
Evan still looked slightly confused. "No man, haven't stopped by, I just need my bag, nuthin'
from my locker."
"Okay then, here read this." Kurt withdrew the poster from his pocket and handed it over for
Evan to read. Kurt watched Evan's expression as he scanned the words.
"What the fu-" Kurt clamped his hand over Evan's mouth to prevent his outburst. Kurt gripped
his other hand on Evan's shoulder to prevent the taller boy to run off looking for revenge.
"Ouch!" Kurt pulled back the hand from the shoulder. The hologram didn't show it but he could
feel blood seeping from a puncture wound on his palm. He looked quickly up to see that Evan had
sprouted several spikes on his shoulders and back, his bulky jacket hid them okay but if Evan's
anger continued growing, as it seemed to be, then people would soon start to notice some new
accesories. Kurt pulled Evan into an empty bathroom and locked the door.
"Calm down, mein Freund." Kurt nursed his hand. "You got to get a hold of yourself."
Evan took several deep breaths. "I know, man, I know." he squeezed his eyes shut with the effort
to retract the protrusions.
Kurt clicked the switch on his image inducer and checked the injury on his hand. The wound was
small but deep. It was still bleeding. "You got me good there, mann."
Evan had the good graces to look sheepish. "Sorry dude, you know how it goes when I get pissed
and this Duncan is pissing me off. Are you going to go after school?"
"Are you kidding?" Kurt pointed to his face. "I have fur, not so normal eyes, pointed ears and a
tail!" his tail flicked about to prove its existence. "I think I qualify as a mutant."
Evan rolled his eyes as he inspected his ripped clothes. "I know, but I bet Duncan invited the entire
highschool so if people don't show he can make their life a living hell, calling them a mutant or a
mutant lover. I just think maybe we should go."
"You're the last person I'd expect to say let's continue hiding." Kurt muttered as he wrapped
some toilet paper around his hand to staunch the bleeding. "I mean I am all for going, but could
you handle it and not get pissed and shoot the room full of spikes?"
"I could." Evan sighed. "This is crap. This is 1960's crap."
"Diese ist Deutsche Scheiße!" Kurt said softly as he turned on his image inducer.
"What?" Evan didn't understand what he had said.
"This is German shit." Kurt groaned as the tardy bell rang. "Komm mit, mein Fruend. We need to
get to class."
xxx
"Quasimodo believes he is a monster because he can see that he is different from others." Ms.
Vasquez, Kurt, Evan, and Kitty's English teacher explained.
"I didn't think so."
Ms. Vasquez looked up at the sound of that statement. "What was that?"
Kurt sat in his desk, with slightly shocked expression on his face. He usually never spoke up in
class, English wasn't his best subject and Ms. Vasquez didn't cut him any slack for being from a
different country. "I mean....I don't think that's the reason, Quasi -I mean- Quasimodo thought he
was a monster."
"Well what do you think it is?" she had a skeptical look on her face that mirrored the one on
Kitty's.
"Well everyone thought he was a monster. When you hear that you are something over and over
again, you begin to believe it, no matter how kind and compassionate you are, you start to become
that. So if Quasimodo is told that he is a monster, he begins to believe it. It is called conditioning, I
believe, in English. So it is not just merely seeing that you have a hunched back and others don't
and coming to the conclusion that you must be a monster. You must be taught it. Es tut mir leid,
Fraulein Vasquez, Ich verstehe." Kurt looked ashamed that he had suddenly decided to challenge
Vasquez's teachings.
But Ms. Vasquez looked thoughtful. "Yes, Mr. Wagner, that is an interesting point of view. Who
else here believes you have to be taught to hate and fear?"
Several hands rose in the air. Kitty spoke up. "Hate, like yeah, you need to be taught, but fear,
some people have innate fears. Some are, like, conditioned but others are just natural." she gave an
apologetic glance over at Kurt and he understood her message. She was never taught to fear blue,
furry, elves, but a shocking first sight can cause a natural fear.
Vasquez nodded at Kitty's statement. She steepled her fingers and leaned against her desk. "So
how many students read the book?" A few hands were raised again. Kitty and Evan's were among
them. "Alright, keep your hands up. Now raise your hand if you didn't read the book at all." the
rest of the hands, except for Kurt, raised their hands.
Vasquez smiled slightly. "Mr. Wagner, I am confused by you. You give me an insightful little spiel
about being taught, yet you neither read nor didn't read the book. What did you do?"
"Spiel? I did not play anything." Kurt was confused at the use of German in Vasquez's question.
"Never mind, that has become an Americanized word for an elaborate speech."
"Oh, ja." Kurt just blinked. "Well I did try and read the book. But Hugo uses 'elaborate speech'
and it is difficult for me to read. I had to consult a dictionary every five words. So I cheated and
watched the movie." he gulped. "The Disney version."
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Kitty shake her head in the way that was reserved for
those conscientious students, who get their work done on Fridays and never last minute on Sunday
(or even Monday morning), to give to the idiots that cheat their way out of work.
"Mr. Wagner, the Disney version is very different from the book."
"I am aware of that. But it is hard being from Germany and then being expected to read advance
books like that. Why I am in this class, Ich habe keine Idee."
Ms. Vasquez smiled. "At least you made an effort," she turned back to the rest of the class.
"Unlike half of you slackers."
Kurt blinked. He had admitted that he didn't do his homework, and he got away with it.
America was strange.
xxx
"Hey Summers! Wanna join the 'Humans Against Muties'?" Duncan Matthews's voice carried
across the courtyard.
Scott gave Jean a withering look as they tried to eat their lunches. "No that's okay, Duncan, I'm
good."
Duncan narrowed his eyes and glared at the pair. "You a mutie lover?"
"No he just doesn't want to intimidate you with the fact that he can sign his full name, unlike you."
Kurt rolled his eyes sarcastically and joined Jean and Scott at the table.
"Shut the fuck up, Nazi." Duncan spit at Kurt. Surrounding tables grew silent in the anticipation of
a fight between their star football player and the freaky foreign kid from Xavier's.
Kurt didn't bother to even look at him as he calmly open his milk carton. "Ach ja, that is a clever
insult coming from someone who is trying to get people to join a hate group. Sound familiar?
Nazis had football players too."
Duncan emitted a low growl in the back of his throat and reached for the sitting boy but Scott
intervened. "Don't bother Matthews, he has a point. But don't worry about your anti-mutant
group, we're going to go to your meeting and we'll decide from there."
Duncan just snorted and moved on over to the next table with merely calling back. "Don't worry
Jean, I already put you down on my list! See you after school!"
Jean's green eyes blazed with fury. "That sexist, racist, bigot jerk!"
"But he is so cute when he uses that forceful tone!" Kurt joked.
Scott sighed and poked at his food. "Sorry about making that decision without consulting you all
first, about going to the meeting and all."
Kurt placed a holographic normal hand over his heart. "What?? The Fearless Leader apologizes for
making a decision?? The world IS coming to an end."
Jean placed her hand over Scott's. "Don't worry, I was going to ask you about going anyway. I
want to hear exactly their reasons for hating."
"I want to go too!" Kitty exclaimed, joining the trio.
"No Freshmen allowed." the three recited as one. They all started laughing as Kitty's face turned
red with anger. "We're kidding!" Scott allowed.
"Good." she pouted. "I was going to say, like, that would be so unfair."
Kurt leaned his head against his hand. "All this anti-mutant Scheiße, sucks. Why do we have to go
through it? God created us all, why do humans make it difficult to be slightly different?"
"Or in your case, completely different?" Kitty asked. Kurt looked quickly over at her, but there
was no trace of malice on her face.
"God also created trials." Rogue stated softly as she and Evan made it over to the table. "Not that
I believe in 'Him'. Cause ah certainly don't. Not anymore." every once in awhile her accent would
get thicker.
"Faith is good though." Kurt gave her a sad look. "It's sad when people don't believe in
something."
"Now, I didn't say that I didn't believe in anything, cause that just ain't true. I just said that I don't
believe in God. I believe in this." she pointed to herself. "I can get by. I believe in trusting myself."
"Cute little speech, Skunk Head." the entire group had restrain a groan as they heard the new
voice.
"I learned a new word, Pietro, it would be a 'cute little spiel'." Kurt looked over his shoulder at
where the white haired boy stood with his hand placed confidently on his hips. Lance Alvers, Todd
Tolelinsky, and Fred Dukes stood behind him, all in attempt to look threatening.
It wasn't working.
"Good for you, you furred freak." Pietro dismissed him and looked over at Scott. "So I hear that
you X-Geeks are going to Duncan's little meeting."
"Yeah you got that right, Maximoff." Scott rubbed his temples, he had a headache forming. "What
do you want?'
"We want to go too." Lance pushed Pietro out of the way. "We don't want these human loser to
go ape-shit on us and go witch burning."
Kurt shuddered at the mention of burning. "Ja, burning should be avoided, Scott."
Scott eyed the Brotherhood with distrust. "Why exactly did you come to us? You could have just
showed up, everyone in the school got invitations."
"Yeah, butwewanttoworktogetherherenow" Pietro said in a rushed breath.
"Come again?"
"We want to work together on this." Lance translated, looking like the idea was the worst thing in
the world and was still having trouble believing that he even spoke it out loud.
"You want to work with us?!" Evan exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
"Yeah right! Like we could even trust you!" Kitty snorted.
Jean raised a hand to halt the outbursts. "Let them speak. They do have a point. We may be
enemies but we got to stick together."
Scott gave Jean a distressed look. "But Jean, they are all evil!"
Todd cocked his head and gave them all a half-lidded look. "You think we're evil, yo?"
Evan nodded viciously, "Yeah that would be the general thought."
Lance made a guttural noise. "Look, X-Freaks, we may fight each other, and we may be on the
other side of some thoughts, but we are not evil. And when something like these riots and witch
hunts threaten us, we need to pull our asses together and figure a way out of this crap-storm, no
matter how much I hate to do it."
"Real winning speech there, yourself, Lance." Rogue smirked. "Unfortunately Shake-down here
has a point, in his hardly articulate speech. We do need to save our collective ass and we need to
save it fast. Without reveling that we are all 'muties' as they put it."
"SodowehaveadealSummers?" Pietro asked, glaring at Scott.
"Yeah we do."
"Kurt! Your watch is on the fritz!" Kitty cried out.
Kurt look down to see his watch starting to fail. "Scheiße, I'll meet you after school, I just 'port
back to the Institute. Aufweidersehen!" Kurt jumped up and found a nice safe place to teleport.
*Bamf*
Unaware that someone saw him.
obviously set before Day of Reckoning, and it is earlier set in the series but things are gonna take
a different path and such -_-' And so now I'll tell you my German secret.....I'm in German at
school and I am gonna be an exchange student over there in about three weeks! And this story has
just been helping me do my German homework -_-' (wow this is a long chapter!)
Translations: (since some have asked)
Ja: Yes
Ach ja: Of course, oh yes.
Mein Freund: my (male) friend
Mann: man
Deise ist Deutsche Scheiße: This is German shit
Scheiße: Shit
Komm mit, mein Freund: Come with, my friend
Es tut mir leid: I'm sorry
Ich verstehe: I understand
Ich habe keine Idee: I have no idea
Aufweidersehen: I'll see you later, good bye
Disclaimers: Yada yada, oh and Ms. Vasquez is Kurt's English teacher in the Evo comics, I am
not sure if she is in the show or not.
xxx
Normal Conformity
xxx
Kurt stared at his locker, with a shocked expression on his face. Attached to the door by tape,
was an announcement.
"ATTENTION! IN REGARD WITH THE MUTANT PROBLEM!
SCARED OF MUTIES?? COME AND SEE WHAT WE CAN DO
ABOUT THEM!! TODAY AFTER SCHOOL AT DUNCAN MATTHEWS'S
HOUSE! IF YOU AREN'T THERE, YOU MUST BE A MUTIE!!!!!"
Kurt ripped down the offending poster quickly and shoved it inside his pocket. He pressed his
head against the cool surface of his locker and tried to calm down his breathing. He was on the
verge of hyperventilating. It was coming to Bayville. It was going to be Germany all over again.
History has a fetish for repeating itself.
"Kurt, man, are you making out with your locker again?" Evan came up behind him and slapped
him on the back. "I mean c'mon, of you want to practice at least ask Tabitha or something."
"I'm not kissing my locker. And for the last time, that instance earlier was a dare that Tabby made
me do when were hanging out."
"Man, I wish I could have gotten into that game of School Truth Or Dare."
Kurt looked over at his friend without moving his head. "No you don,'t, not with Tabby at least."
"Then what's your prob' then?"
"Have you been to your locker?"
"Are we playing 20 questions or answering questions with questions?"
"No why?"
"There, did you see that?"
"Huh?"
"Why are you doing that?"
"Evan, are you okay?"
"Are you going to stopped the questions soon?"
"Why are you acting so strangely?"
"Are you gonna stop man?"
"Okay! I give up!" Kurt opened his locker and pulled out his English binder. "You are on some
messed up stuff today."
"No I was just playing that questions game." Evan smirked. "Aren't you suppose to be in the
Drama Club?"
"Nein, I dropped that for the Speech and Debate club."
"Oh, so back to the original question. What's up? You look a little stressed, man." Evan re-
shouldered his backpack as they both began to head to their classes.
"Oooh, okay well, I asked you if you had gone to your locker and then depending on your
answer, I would have explained my mood, but you turned it into that stupid game."
Evan still looked slightly confused. "No man, haven't stopped by, I just need my bag, nuthin'
from my locker."
"Okay then, here read this." Kurt withdrew the poster from his pocket and handed it over for
Evan to read. Kurt watched Evan's expression as he scanned the words.
"What the fu-" Kurt clamped his hand over Evan's mouth to prevent his outburst. Kurt gripped
his other hand on Evan's shoulder to prevent the taller boy to run off looking for revenge.
"Ouch!" Kurt pulled back the hand from the shoulder. The hologram didn't show it but he could
feel blood seeping from a puncture wound on his palm. He looked quickly up to see that Evan had
sprouted several spikes on his shoulders and back, his bulky jacket hid them okay but if Evan's
anger continued growing, as it seemed to be, then people would soon start to notice some new
accesories. Kurt pulled Evan into an empty bathroom and locked the door.
"Calm down, mein Freund." Kurt nursed his hand. "You got to get a hold of yourself."
Evan took several deep breaths. "I know, man, I know." he squeezed his eyes shut with the effort
to retract the protrusions.
Kurt clicked the switch on his image inducer and checked the injury on his hand. The wound was
small but deep. It was still bleeding. "You got me good there, mann."
Evan had the good graces to look sheepish. "Sorry dude, you know how it goes when I get pissed
and this Duncan is pissing me off. Are you going to go after school?"
"Are you kidding?" Kurt pointed to his face. "I have fur, not so normal eyes, pointed ears and a
tail!" his tail flicked about to prove its existence. "I think I qualify as a mutant."
Evan rolled his eyes as he inspected his ripped clothes. "I know, but I bet Duncan invited the entire
highschool so if people don't show he can make their life a living hell, calling them a mutant or a
mutant lover. I just think maybe we should go."
"You're the last person I'd expect to say let's continue hiding." Kurt muttered as he wrapped
some toilet paper around his hand to staunch the bleeding. "I mean I am all for going, but could
you handle it and not get pissed and shoot the room full of spikes?"
"I could." Evan sighed. "This is crap. This is 1960's crap."
"Diese ist Deutsche Scheiße!" Kurt said softly as he turned on his image inducer.
"What?" Evan didn't understand what he had said.
"This is German shit." Kurt groaned as the tardy bell rang. "Komm mit, mein Fruend. We need to
get to class."
xxx
"Quasimodo believes he is a monster because he can see that he is different from others." Ms.
Vasquez, Kurt, Evan, and Kitty's English teacher explained.
"I didn't think so."
Ms. Vasquez looked up at the sound of that statement. "What was that?"
Kurt sat in his desk, with slightly shocked expression on his face. He usually never spoke up in
class, English wasn't his best subject and Ms. Vasquez didn't cut him any slack for being from a
different country. "I mean....I don't think that's the reason, Quasi -I mean- Quasimodo thought he
was a monster."
"Well what do you think it is?" she had a skeptical look on her face that mirrored the one on
Kitty's.
"Well everyone thought he was a monster. When you hear that you are something over and over
again, you begin to believe it, no matter how kind and compassionate you are, you start to become
that. So if Quasimodo is told that he is a monster, he begins to believe it. It is called conditioning, I
believe, in English. So it is not just merely seeing that you have a hunched back and others don't
and coming to the conclusion that you must be a monster. You must be taught it. Es tut mir leid,
Fraulein Vasquez, Ich verstehe." Kurt looked ashamed that he had suddenly decided to challenge
Vasquez's teachings.
But Ms. Vasquez looked thoughtful. "Yes, Mr. Wagner, that is an interesting point of view. Who
else here believes you have to be taught to hate and fear?"
Several hands rose in the air. Kitty spoke up. "Hate, like yeah, you need to be taught, but fear,
some people have innate fears. Some are, like, conditioned but others are just natural." she gave an
apologetic glance over at Kurt and he understood her message. She was never taught to fear blue,
furry, elves, but a shocking first sight can cause a natural fear.
Vasquez nodded at Kitty's statement. She steepled her fingers and leaned against her desk. "So
how many students read the book?" A few hands were raised again. Kitty and Evan's were among
them. "Alright, keep your hands up. Now raise your hand if you didn't read the book at all." the
rest of the hands, except for Kurt, raised their hands.
Vasquez smiled slightly. "Mr. Wagner, I am confused by you. You give me an insightful little spiel
about being taught, yet you neither read nor didn't read the book. What did you do?"
"Spiel? I did not play anything." Kurt was confused at the use of German in Vasquez's question.
"Never mind, that has become an Americanized word for an elaborate speech."
"Oh, ja." Kurt just blinked. "Well I did try and read the book. But Hugo uses 'elaborate speech'
and it is difficult for me to read. I had to consult a dictionary every five words. So I cheated and
watched the movie." he gulped. "The Disney version."
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Kitty shake her head in the way that was reserved for
those conscientious students, who get their work done on Fridays and never last minute on Sunday
(or even Monday morning), to give to the idiots that cheat their way out of work.
"Mr. Wagner, the Disney version is very different from the book."
"I am aware of that. But it is hard being from Germany and then being expected to read advance
books like that. Why I am in this class, Ich habe keine Idee."
Ms. Vasquez smiled. "At least you made an effort," she turned back to the rest of the class.
"Unlike half of you slackers."
Kurt blinked. He had admitted that he didn't do his homework, and he got away with it.
America was strange.
xxx
"Hey Summers! Wanna join the 'Humans Against Muties'?" Duncan Matthews's voice carried
across the courtyard.
Scott gave Jean a withering look as they tried to eat their lunches. "No that's okay, Duncan, I'm
good."
Duncan narrowed his eyes and glared at the pair. "You a mutie lover?"
"No he just doesn't want to intimidate you with the fact that he can sign his full name, unlike you."
Kurt rolled his eyes sarcastically and joined Jean and Scott at the table.
"Shut the fuck up, Nazi." Duncan spit at Kurt. Surrounding tables grew silent in the anticipation of
a fight between their star football player and the freaky foreign kid from Xavier's.
Kurt didn't bother to even look at him as he calmly open his milk carton. "Ach ja, that is a clever
insult coming from someone who is trying to get people to join a hate group. Sound familiar?
Nazis had football players too."
Duncan emitted a low growl in the back of his throat and reached for the sitting boy but Scott
intervened. "Don't bother Matthews, he has a point. But don't worry about your anti-mutant
group, we're going to go to your meeting and we'll decide from there."
Duncan just snorted and moved on over to the next table with merely calling back. "Don't worry
Jean, I already put you down on my list! See you after school!"
Jean's green eyes blazed with fury. "That sexist, racist, bigot jerk!"
"But he is so cute when he uses that forceful tone!" Kurt joked.
Scott sighed and poked at his food. "Sorry about making that decision without consulting you all
first, about going to the meeting and all."
Kurt placed a holographic normal hand over his heart. "What?? The Fearless Leader apologizes for
making a decision?? The world IS coming to an end."
Jean placed her hand over Scott's. "Don't worry, I was going to ask you about going anyway. I
want to hear exactly their reasons for hating."
"I want to go too!" Kitty exclaimed, joining the trio.
"No Freshmen allowed." the three recited as one. They all started laughing as Kitty's face turned
red with anger. "We're kidding!" Scott allowed.
"Good." she pouted. "I was going to say, like, that would be so unfair."
Kurt leaned his head against his hand. "All this anti-mutant Scheiße, sucks. Why do we have to go
through it? God created us all, why do humans make it difficult to be slightly different?"
"Or in your case, completely different?" Kitty asked. Kurt looked quickly over at her, but there
was no trace of malice on her face.
"God also created trials." Rogue stated softly as she and Evan made it over to the table. "Not that
I believe in 'Him'. Cause ah certainly don't. Not anymore." every once in awhile her accent would
get thicker.
"Faith is good though." Kurt gave her a sad look. "It's sad when people don't believe in
something."
"Now, I didn't say that I didn't believe in anything, cause that just ain't true. I just said that I don't
believe in God. I believe in this." she pointed to herself. "I can get by. I believe in trusting myself."
"Cute little speech, Skunk Head." the entire group had restrain a groan as they heard the new
voice.
"I learned a new word, Pietro, it would be a 'cute little spiel'." Kurt looked over his shoulder at
where the white haired boy stood with his hand placed confidently on his hips. Lance Alvers, Todd
Tolelinsky, and Fred Dukes stood behind him, all in attempt to look threatening.
It wasn't working.
"Good for you, you furred freak." Pietro dismissed him and looked over at Scott. "So I hear that
you X-Geeks are going to Duncan's little meeting."
"Yeah you got that right, Maximoff." Scott rubbed his temples, he had a headache forming. "What
do you want?'
"We want to go too." Lance pushed Pietro out of the way. "We don't want these human loser to
go ape-shit on us and go witch burning."
Kurt shuddered at the mention of burning. "Ja, burning should be avoided, Scott."
Scott eyed the Brotherhood with distrust. "Why exactly did you come to us? You could have just
showed up, everyone in the school got invitations."
"Yeah, butwewanttoworktogetherherenow" Pietro said in a rushed breath.
"Come again?"
"We want to work together on this." Lance translated, looking like the idea was the worst thing in
the world and was still having trouble believing that he even spoke it out loud.
"You want to work with us?!" Evan exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
"Yeah right! Like we could even trust you!" Kitty snorted.
Jean raised a hand to halt the outbursts. "Let them speak. They do have a point. We may be
enemies but we got to stick together."
Scott gave Jean a distressed look. "But Jean, they are all evil!"
Todd cocked his head and gave them all a half-lidded look. "You think we're evil, yo?"
Evan nodded viciously, "Yeah that would be the general thought."
Lance made a guttural noise. "Look, X-Freaks, we may fight each other, and we may be on the
other side of some thoughts, but we are not evil. And when something like these riots and witch
hunts threaten us, we need to pull our asses together and figure a way out of this crap-storm, no
matter how much I hate to do it."
"Real winning speech there, yourself, Lance." Rogue smirked. "Unfortunately Shake-down here
has a point, in his hardly articulate speech. We do need to save our collective ass and we need to
save it fast. Without reveling that we are all 'muties' as they put it."
"SodowehaveadealSummers?" Pietro asked, glaring at Scott.
"Yeah we do."
"Kurt! Your watch is on the fritz!" Kitty cried out.
Kurt look down to see his watch starting to fail. "Scheiße, I'll meet you after school, I just 'port
back to the Institute. Aufweidersehen!" Kurt jumped up and found a nice safe place to teleport.
*Bamf*
Unaware that someone saw him.